I Can Connect Nothing With Nothing

Justice Itself Tends To Be Corrupted By Political Passion.

The Young Feel Tired At The End Of An Action, The Old At The Beginning.

I Am Moved By Fancies That Are Curled, Around These Images And Cling, The Notion Of Some Infinitely Gentle, Infinitely Suffering Thing.

A Crowd Flowed Over London Bridge, So Many, I Had Not Thought Death Had Undone So Many.

He Had A Mind So Fine That No Idea Could Violate It